Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 56: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

one—did ample justice to the dainty viands,and then allowed Mrs. Graham, to whom she hai clung all day, to put her to bed, beneath the small tent which Mr. Earlescourt made by attaching one end of the sail- cloth to a tree, and pinning the other to the gronnd. Mrs. Graham herself soon after retired, and then, worn out with his care and labors, Adrien Earlescourt sought what rest he might getin the carriage. Thus anotber night was passed, and morning dawned again upon those thousands of homeless people. After our trio had breakfasted, Mr. Earlescourt told his companion that they would try to make their way to Aurora that day; they would start early, and ‘perhaps be able to reach the piace by evening. _He gave his tent and mattress to a poor woman who had a sick son, and who was deeply grateful for the gift; their basket of provisions they would need on their journey, and this was taken along in their bugey, and by eight o’clock they had started on their dangerous way. It was a long, hard journey; but they reached “Aurora toward evening, and were welcomed with open arms by Mrs. Gerard and Mrs. Gralam’s other frieuds, who had suffered untold anxiety on her account. Mr. Earlscourt remained a couple of days to re- cuperate, and then he said that he must go. His passace was engaged on a steamer that would sail on the fifteenth, and it was already the twelfth, while it was imperative that he should be in England before the nonth was out. “JT am indebted to you more than I can ever ex- press,” Mrs. Graham suid to him at parting; ‘and I am very grateful.” “You owe me nothing,” he replied, while he searched her face wistfully for one ray of hope in response to the love that was consuming him. “Itis 7 wio owe youan apology for anything which I have suid or done to cause you one moment of pain,” he added, humbly, and in a husky tone. ‘Attribute my pre- sumption to excitement, auxiety—anything you like, er a willful desire to wound you. Am I for- ven He bent toward her, pale to his lips, and hung upon her auswer in an agony of suspense. Emelie Gralam was deeply touched. She kuew that he was one of nature’s noblemen, osgessing a grand character, a true. Abed ender eart. She knew, too, that it needed Nog WOE